Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Nas,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.